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Summary: Elizabeth gets visited by some relatives, who are not quite happy with her relationship with Will. So he will have to prove his love, won't he? W/E; also some Jack, but no Jackromance, I am sorry.
1. Chapter: Arrival and Surprises
It was a wonderful warm and sunny day in June, as Elizabeth Swann awoke one morning. She stretched sleepily and snuggled deeper in her pillow. The sun shone through her window, as she'd forgotten to close it last night, the sunny rays making their way through her room, falling onto her bed and face. Elizabeth closed her eyes against the glare, willing it away and her into blissful sleep again.
She had dreamed of him again, as she did nearly every night. She didn't mind at all. He visited her nearly every night in her dreams, showering her with sweet words of love and kisses. Yes, his presence was with her wherever she went, be it on walks through the town, visited society calls and dances of aristoratics, when she bathed or talked to her father, her maids or the towns people. And ever so often her thoughts would drift to him, never really leaving him.
Him, her beloved. William Turner, the blacksmith.
Will.
She smiled at the thought of him, as always. They had been a couple since that day on the wall of the fortress 10 months ago. The day he had kissed her for the first time. Elizabeth smiled again as she recalled all the time they'd spent together since then. All the moments, when he would hold her in his strong arms, perfectly built by years of wielding the hammer and forging weapons, and whisper his love in her ear. The many times she would stand on the fortress walls or the beach with him to watch the sunrise or sunset, encircled in his arms and her back leaned against his chest, while her head rested on his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his neck so she could inhale his scent.
She loved him, deeply. She thought she'd known her love for him, when they kissed for the first time. But Elizabeth had fallen deeper than she thought possible as she came to really know him. Both sides. The daring, adventurous pirate who rescued her from Barbossa. And the sweet, kind, thoughtfull and funny blacksmith whom she adored. She loved both sides. William Turner held her heart, and it would stay this way.
A knock at the door pulled her out of her reverie. "Miss Swann? Are you awake? You will be late if you do not get up now!" Betty, one of her maids, called through the door.
"Yes, come in, I am awake." She called back as she threw back her many blankets and climbed out of bed, searching for her robes. The door opened and the maid entered with purposeful strides, carrying Elizabeth's dress for the day.
"My, you aren't even washed. We will have to hurry now, you are late as it is. Your father is already waiting." Betty exclaimed as she saw Elizabeth's sleepy face and disarrayed attire. She pulled her over to the basin in the corner and handed mistress a washcloth to clean herself up, while she made the bed.
"Why would I be late, Betty? Did something slip my attention?" Elizabeth asked surprised.
"Why milady. You and your father are going to the docks today. Your aunt, the Lady Caitlyn Whitherby, will arrive from England today. Have you forgotten that?" Her maid answered, while she helped her into the beautiful dress. It was a cream coloured musselin gown that emphasized the curvbes of her upper body, without being indecent. The neckline was low, but covering and the sleeves fitted tightly, only billowing out at her shoulders and upper arms. Betty motioned her to the chair nearby and started combing out Elizabeth's hair and piling it up and around her head.
While the maid fussed over her Elizabeth ate a quick breakfast, which another maid had brought minutes before, all the while chastising herself for forgetting the arrival of her aunt. She had looked forward to it for weeks. Aunt Cait was the sister of her dead mother, though she was a little closer to her own age, for her mother, Elizabeth Swann, had been the older sister. Aunt Caitlyn should be around 30 now. Elizabeth pondered. She had not seen her Aunt since she left England, 9 years ago. And she'd missed her, for Caitlyn was a kind and beautiful woman, just as her mother had been...or so she had been told from her father, for Elizabeth had never met her mother who had died at her delivery.
"I am finished, my lady. You look lovely if I may say so."
Elizabeth thanked her maid and left for the parlor where her father would be waiting for her. Carefully she decsended the stairs, looking out for the steps as not to trip due to her long, flowing skirt.
"Elizabeth, my sweet daugter, you look lovely. This new dress really becomes you!" her father, Governor Swann, exclaimed as she entered the room, approaching to give her a hug and a kiss.
"Thank you father. I love it."
"Well then come Elizabeth. I just got note that the 'Seamaid' has been sighted at the entrance of the bay. We do not want to let Caitlyn wait, do we?" With that he took her hand, placed it in the drook of his arm and leaded her outside, helping her into the waiting carriage, that would bring them to the port. As they rode through the streets of Port Royal Elizabeth could not help, but let her thoughts drift back to Will. They would not be able to enjoy the sunset this evening for her father had planned a welcoming ball for her aunt. And it was most unlikely that she would be able to sneak away. Elizabeth sighed wistfully. It was not, that she didn't like dancing or the idea of spending time with her aunt this evening. On the contrary, she looked forward to it. But she did not like the thought of not being able to spend time with her beloved.
When the carriage passed the blacksmithy the young woman looked out of the window, trying to get a glance of Will. But the door of the shop was closed, the rythmic noise of a hammer forging metal reaching her ear. So Will was at work already, as always. She chuckled. The young blacksmith loved his work and could be seen- or rather heard working in the smithy from the early hours on. After the sunrise, of course. She grinned.
A few minutes later the carriage came to a stop at the docks and the governor and his daughter climbed out of the wagon.
The 'Seamaid' was a large ship. Her father had told her, that it could hold over 50 passengers, adding to the crew. And many families, ladies and gentlemen had taken advantage of this and crossed the ocean to settle down in the caribbean colonies. Most of them being aristocratic or high society, for they were the only ones to be able to pay for the crossing on such a luxurious ship. Already passengers could be seen as they left the ship, searching the docks for carriers, their luggage and a carriage to bring them to their respectives homes, longing for rest of the straining journey.
Soon Elizabeth spotted Caitlyn near the ramp, looking around for something, or somebody. Elizabeth laughed and exclaimed "Aunt Cait!!", flying over the wooden planks of the quay to greet her. The older woman looked up when she heard her name and smiled when spotted her niece moving towards her. Both enveloped the other in a fierce hug.
"I missed you terribly aunt Cait. I am soo happy you came." Elizabeth squezzed her one last time, then let go of her stepping back to let her father, who had followed his daughter at a slower pace, greet her aunt as well.
"I am also happy to see the two of you again. It has been what? 9 years? My Elizabeth, you have grown into a beautiful young woman." Mrs. Whitherby smiled at her niece and brother -in-law.
Elizabeth blushed. "Thank you, Aunt Cait."
"O please Elizabeth, please call me Cait....I feel so old when you call me 'Aunt'."
"Sure, Cait."
"Now do not monopolize these two Caitlyn. You have not changed since I last saw you, Johnathan. Elizabeth however, I can't believe you have grown so much. I nearly did not recognize you, my dear." A voice behind the three could be heard.
They turned around to see an old woman standing a few feet behind them, arms crossed. Grinning from ear to ear.
"Hannah? Is that you?" The governor asked surprised. He had not expected her.
"We wanted to surprise you two, that's why I didn't mention her in my letters." Caitlyn grinned.
"Close your mouth, Jonathan, it's unbecoming." The old woman chuckled.
Elizabeth eys wandered from her father to 'Hannah', back to her father, and then to Cait. Realization dawned on her face. "Grandma?" she squeaked. The old woman just smiled at her granddaughter fondly. Elizabeth threw herself at her grandmother nearly squeezing the life out of her. Smiling happily she let go of her- after her aunt tugged at her sleeve a few times.
"Well, the surprise was successful, I would say. Why don't we leave this crowded place and return to the manor, ladies? I am sure you are tired and wish to rest. There is a welcoming ball planned for the evening, but until then the two of you can rest." Governor Swann suggested.
The foursome made their way to the carriage, Governor Swann organizing that someone brought along tha luggage, and Elizabeth, Caitlyn and Hannah chatting all the way happily. They had so much to catch up on. It had been nine years after all.
After they climbed into the carriage, Elizabeth realized, that she had finally all the people she loved around her, within grasp whenever she would need them. Her father, aunt and grandmother. And her love, Will of corse.
Her family was complete now.
So what do you think?
I am not quite sure why I wrote this, I just had this idea in my head and I had to write it down somehow...*shruggs* But I can say for sure, that it will become all fluff and luv, so if you don't like it this way, then do not read it. I am a hopeless romantic, and I have to leave my ideas somewhere....
Well, I would love some feedback.
Be well, NightLight4
Summary: Elizabeth gets visited by some relatives, who are not quite happy with her relationship with Will. So he will have to prove his love, won't he? W/E; also some Jack, but no Jackromance, I am sorry.
1. Chapter: Arrival and Surprises
It was a wonderful warm and sunny day in June, as Elizabeth Swann awoke one morning. She stretched sleepily and snuggled deeper in her pillow. The sun shone through her window, as she'd forgotten to close it last night, the sunny rays making their way through her room, falling onto her bed and face. Elizabeth closed her eyes against the glare, willing it away and her into blissful sleep again.
She had dreamed of him again, as she did nearly every night. She didn't mind at all. He visited her nearly every night in her dreams, showering her with sweet words of love and kisses. Yes, his presence was with her wherever she went, be it on walks through the town, visited society calls and dances of aristoratics, when she bathed or talked to her father, her maids or the towns people. And ever so often her thoughts would drift to him, never really leaving him.
Him, her beloved. William Turner, the blacksmith.
Will.
She smiled at the thought of him, as always. They had been a couple since that day on the wall of the fortress 10 months ago. The day he had kissed her for the first time. Elizabeth smiled again as she recalled all the time they'd spent together since then. All the moments, when he would hold her in his strong arms, perfectly built by years of wielding the hammer and forging weapons, and whisper his love in her ear. The many times she would stand on the fortress walls or the beach with him to watch the sunrise or sunset, encircled in his arms and her back leaned against his chest, while her head rested on his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his neck so she could inhale his scent.
She loved him, deeply. She thought she'd known her love for him, when they kissed for the first time. But Elizabeth had fallen deeper than she thought possible as she came to really know him. Both sides. The daring, adventurous pirate who rescued her from Barbossa. And the sweet, kind, thoughtfull and funny blacksmith whom she adored. She loved both sides. William Turner held her heart, and it would stay this way.
A knock at the door pulled her out of her reverie. "Miss Swann? Are you awake? You will be late if you do not get up now!" Betty, one of her maids, called through the door.
"Yes, come in, I am awake." She called back as she threw back her many blankets and climbed out of bed, searching for her robes. The door opened and the maid entered with purposeful strides, carrying Elizabeth's dress for the day.
"My, you aren't even washed. We will have to hurry now, you are late as it is. Your father is already waiting." Betty exclaimed as she saw Elizabeth's sleepy face and disarrayed attire. She pulled her over to the basin in the corner and handed mistress a washcloth to clean herself up, while she made the bed.
"Why would I be late, Betty? Did something slip my attention?" Elizabeth asked surprised.
"Why milady. You and your father are going to the docks today. Your aunt, the Lady Caitlyn Whitherby, will arrive from England today. Have you forgotten that?" Her maid answered, while she helped her into the beautiful dress. It was a cream coloured musselin gown that emphasized the curvbes of her upper body, without being indecent. The neckline was low, but covering and the sleeves fitted tightly, only billowing out at her shoulders and upper arms. Betty motioned her to the chair nearby and started combing out Elizabeth's hair and piling it up and around her head.
While the maid fussed over her Elizabeth ate a quick breakfast, which another maid had brought minutes before, all the while chastising herself for forgetting the arrival of her aunt. She had looked forward to it for weeks. Aunt Cait was the sister of her dead mother, though she was a little closer to her own age, for her mother, Elizabeth Swann, had been the older sister. Aunt Caitlyn should be around 30 now. Elizabeth pondered. She had not seen her Aunt since she left England, 9 years ago. And she'd missed her, for Caitlyn was a kind and beautiful woman, just as her mother had been...or so she had been told from her father, for Elizabeth had never met her mother who had died at her delivery.
"I am finished, my lady. You look lovely if I may say so."
Elizabeth thanked her maid and left for the parlor where her father would be waiting for her. Carefully she decsended the stairs, looking out for the steps as not to trip due to her long, flowing skirt.
"Elizabeth, my sweet daugter, you look lovely. This new dress really becomes you!" her father, Governor Swann, exclaimed as she entered the room, approaching to give her a hug and a kiss.
"Thank you father. I love it."
"Well then come Elizabeth. I just got note that the 'Seamaid' has been sighted at the entrance of the bay. We do not want to let Caitlyn wait, do we?" With that he took her hand, placed it in the drook of his arm and leaded her outside, helping her into the waiting carriage, that would bring them to the port. As they rode through the streets of Port Royal Elizabeth could not help, but let her thoughts drift back to Will. They would not be able to enjoy the sunset this evening for her father had planned a welcoming ball for her aunt. And it was most unlikely that she would be able to sneak away. Elizabeth sighed wistfully. It was not, that she didn't like dancing or the idea of spending time with her aunt this evening. On the contrary, she looked forward to it. But she did not like the thought of not being able to spend time with her beloved.
When the carriage passed the blacksmithy the young woman looked out of the window, trying to get a glance of Will. But the door of the shop was closed, the rythmic noise of a hammer forging metal reaching her ear. So Will was at work already, as always. She chuckled. The young blacksmith loved his work and could be seen- or rather heard working in the smithy from the early hours on. After the sunrise, of course. She grinned.
A few minutes later the carriage came to a stop at the docks and the governor and his daughter climbed out of the wagon.
The 'Seamaid' was a large ship. Her father had told her, that it could hold over 50 passengers, adding to the crew. And many families, ladies and gentlemen had taken advantage of this and crossed the ocean to settle down in the caribbean colonies. Most of them being aristocratic or high society, for they were the only ones to be able to pay for the crossing on such a luxurious ship. Already passengers could be seen as they left the ship, searching the docks for carriers, their luggage and a carriage to bring them to their respectives homes, longing for rest of the straining journey.
Soon Elizabeth spotted Caitlyn near the ramp, looking around for something, or somebody. Elizabeth laughed and exclaimed "Aunt Cait!!", flying over the wooden planks of the quay to greet her. The older woman looked up when she heard her name and smiled when spotted her niece moving towards her. Both enveloped the other in a fierce hug.
"I missed you terribly aunt Cait. I am soo happy you came." Elizabeth squezzed her one last time, then let go of her stepping back to let her father, who had followed his daughter at a slower pace, greet her aunt as well.
"I am also happy to see the two of you again. It has been what? 9 years? My Elizabeth, you have grown into a beautiful young woman." Mrs. Whitherby smiled at her niece and brother -in-law.
Elizabeth blushed. "Thank you, Aunt Cait."
"O please Elizabeth, please call me Cait....I feel so old when you call me 'Aunt'."
"Sure, Cait."
"Now do not monopolize these two Caitlyn. You have not changed since I last saw you, Johnathan. Elizabeth however, I can't believe you have grown so much. I nearly did not recognize you, my dear." A voice behind the three could be heard.
They turned around to see an old woman standing a few feet behind them, arms crossed. Grinning from ear to ear.
"Hannah? Is that you?" The governor asked surprised. He had not expected her.
"We wanted to surprise you two, that's why I didn't mention her in my letters." Caitlyn grinned.
"Close your mouth, Jonathan, it's unbecoming." The old woman chuckled.
Elizabeth eys wandered from her father to 'Hannah', back to her father, and then to Cait. Realization dawned on her face. "Grandma?" she squeaked. The old woman just smiled at her granddaughter fondly. Elizabeth threw herself at her grandmother nearly squeezing the life out of her. Smiling happily she let go of her- after her aunt tugged at her sleeve a few times.
"Well, the surprise was successful, I would say. Why don't we leave this crowded place and return to the manor, ladies? I am sure you are tired and wish to rest. There is a welcoming ball planned for the evening, but until then the two of you can rest." Governor Swann suggested.
The foursome made their way to the carriage, Governor Swann organizing that someone brought along tha luggage, and Elizabeth, Caitlyn and Hannah chatting all the way happily. They had so much to catch up on. It had been nine years after all.
After they climbed into the carriage, Elizabeth realized, that she had finally all the people she loved around her, within grasp whenever she would need them. Her father, aunt and grandmother. And her love, Will of corse.
Her family was complete now.
So what do you think?
I am not quite sure why I wrote this, I just had this idea in my head and I had to write it down somehow...*shruggs* But I can say for sure, that it will become all fluff and luv, so if you don't like it this way, then do not read it. I am a hopeless romantic, and I have to leave my ideas somewhere....
Well, I would love some feedback.
Be well, NightLight4